Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
As you can guess, I am not a big fan of most of the new buildings in Manhattan. But even though they constitute a virtual "city on the Hudson," I like the Richard Meier Towers. I like the blue against blue, the sleekness and cold uniformity they present. Oddly enough, many of its tenants, like Nicole Kidman (who initially demanded her own secret passageway below the buildings), have complained about poor construction, no heating, and ceilings that drip. Yours for only millions per dwelling unit!
Monday, October 27, 2008
This was on the other side of the same building as my previous post.
What is your take on this weird graffiti? WW 2 aviator piercing the peace bloom? Kamikaze warrior hoping for sunshine? Post apocalyptic gas mask survivor? Honestly I thought it was some corporate logo til I learned of the artist's urban cred....
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
At the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge you see these old doors and windows in large archways. Phillip Lopate's excellent book Waterfront explains that in the 1800s the bridge was home to many manufacturing businesses. The textile, maritime and service businesses eventually died out; now these doors led to dark passageways inhabited by homeless men. No one even seems aware of the Brooklyn Bridge's past life as employment hub, but it seems to me that these old tunnels and passageways would make great art galleries, coffee shops or the like for the steady stream of folks traipsing the adjacent South Street Seaport.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Now it is my turn to give the award to other deserving bloggers following these rules:
1. Only five people are allowed.
2. Four have to be dedicated followers of your blog.
3. One has to be someone new or recently new to your blog and live in another part of the world.
4. You must link back to whoever gave you the award.
Therefore, with much honor and gratitude I award the following blogs !:
Please visit these blogs to enjoy their excellent photos and personal experiences of their native cities. SO LET IT BE WRITTEN SO LET IT BE DONE!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
This is probably a New York centric post, but this is about criminal behavior, the end result of massive, out of control gentrification running amok, of Big City Greed (equals Bloomberg) and too much $$$$$$$$ turning ugly, putrid, venal and stench filled. Here we have the former location of everything "New York" aka CBGB's, the home of US punk and bands like Blondie, the Ramones, the Velvet Underground and Patti Smith turned into a shopping haven for rich kids slumming the past. The abhorrent capitalists at John Varvatos even mock CBGB's original awning with their black, shroud like awning. And that's not all:
New York Times: "
When I first arrived in NY in the late 80s, a walk down Bleecker to CBGB's was dangerous in itself, never mind the club. Once inside, your ears were blasted by bands who made CBs their first destination. I can't count all the great bands I saw here. But now, like the rest of the neighborhood, CBs is over and the designer crowd who lives in the nearby mega million dollar condos have control over the entire city. Rant over.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Mars Bar, East Village. No frat-holes allowed. Believe it or not, this bar is surrounded by luxury condos. A remnant of CBGCs era East Village.
East Village appliances, neon included.
Upper East Side Steakhouse.
Poet’s Org: The White Horse Tavern, built in 1880, has been a stomping ground for New York’s literary community since the 1950s when the bar’s most famous patron, the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, was introduced to this longshoreman’s haunt. The White Horse holds the dubious distinction of being the place where Thomas drank his last whiskey. In November of 1953, Thomas beat his own personal record by downing eighteen shots of whiskey. Soon after the last drink he stumbled outside and collapsed on the sidewalk. He was taken to the Chelsea Hotel and there fell into a coma; the next morning he was transferred to St. Vincent’s Hospital where he died.
Bob Dylan was a regular here in 1961, often to watch the The Clancy Brothers play.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
The secret entrance to the currently closed Chumley’s.
Forgotten New York: Chumley's is probably the only major bar or restaurant in New York City that has never had a sign or marking of any sort on its exterior to mark its presence. Yet most Greenwich Villagers know where it is, officially 86 Bedford Street just north of Barrow, and most nights, it's packed.
During and after Prohibition Chumley's became one of NYC's many literary hangouts. The difference here is that the authors' original dust jackets, and their portraits, line the walls of the place on all sides. You will find just about every big name in 20th Century literature here from Hemingway to Mailer to Ginsburg on the wall.
Chumley's is accessed via a small passageway leading from Barrow Street called Pamela Court. According to legend the term "86 it" for "kill it" or "forget about it" comes from a warning the cops would give, phoning ahead to Chumley to let him know they were on the way and customers should "86" or book out the entrance/exit.
Friday, October 17, 2008
The red walls are battered and the lumpy, the red-leather booths slope toward the center of the room, where the floor is covered with original checkered tile. Odd knickknacks (Godzilla doll, wooden ships) covered in decades of dust fill the shelves.
Okay, this isn’t the kind of place trendy hipsters with two day fuzz and their peachy cream girlfriends on their way back from Brown would deign to spend an evening, but for we lovers of history and reality in NYC, this place is the most. The landlord owns the building, so the Subway Inn (located across from Bloomingdales should you desire a shot post-shopping), ain’t going nowhere.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
metal blinds still intact!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Just as New York's economy crashes, Tin Pan Alley, which helped make the City a haven for good times, hits the fiscal chopping block. As originally reported by
Here is a partial list of standards that were written in Tin Pan Alley:
* "The Band Played On," 1895 * "A Hot Time In The
* "The Band Played On," 1895 * "A Hot Time In The
A view inside 49 West 28th...
The tile over which the Gershwins once tapped their toes...